𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾 - 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕?

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Draco Malfoy

"What are you doing here?"

"I-" What could I have possibly said?

"Found 'im asleep on the beach, seemed lost and not really from 'ere, 'ere. I Thought you could help him, Kat," Gary responded instead of me.

I was there. I was physically there, and mentally, well I supposed too, yet I was a spectator of this whole show. I couldn't find a way to explain myself. I couldn't find a way to express what I needed to say, nor could I find a way to apologise.

From what Katie told me the last time we talked, she didn't want to forgive me. She couldn't and I listened and understood. I was responsible for my act and I was ready to pay for them, whatever the price was. Katie also told me she didn't want to see me again, and I was, at her dad's work, monopolising her life again. I needed to go. After all I did to her, I had to listen to her needs.

"I have to go," I said.

"Boy, let us help. Let Katie help you. She can take you to our house, and you could take a shower, we can even give you new clothes. You know I'm no wizard like you lot, but I know how creepy your world is right now."

Please Gary don't make this harder. If you knew what I did to your daughter, I'd be dead by now. Maybe was it the solution, death? Or maybe I just needed to run away from there, from my life, from my actions and from my responsibilities again. That sounded much more like me. Running away like the coward I was.

"The war and stuff. Heard about your headmaster, Dumbledore. Tragic. Let us help," he added.

So Hecie killed him.

"That is very kind of you. But I'm not in need. I'm fine," I just answered.

"You don't have shoes," Katie said.

"I- I lost them."

"You lost them?" Gary asked and continued, "How can someone lose their shoes?"

"I was- It doesn't matter. Thank you for your kind proposal but I really need to go." I was leaving, making my way through the door. Out of this room, out of their lives, like I promised I would.

Lovely fate was really after me. I knew some people in those troubling situations liked to say that they must have done something truly bad in a previous life. In my case, I remembered what I did and it all happened in less than a year, I was a fast guy.

I passed by Katie. Eyes to my bare feet. I didn't want to see disappointment in hers.

Then, her hand stopped me. She put it on my chest, stopping my runaway. "Don't."

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"So. May I ask?" she said.

We were walking on those quiet countryside roads. It was late in the morning.

"What?"

There was nothing to ask, or too much?

"Why are your clothes ruined, and most importantly, how did you lose your shoes?" she said.

Well, it was to ask. Fair point.

"Oh. That." I looked at my clothes, and it was true. I didn't seem like myself anymore. I wasn't the rich, always good looking boy she used to know. My face was dirty, I could feel the weight of dust on my cheeks. I smelt like garbage. I felt like garbage.

Katie was far from stupid and she saw me run from that staircase, the same staircase it must have all happened. She knew, she just didn't want to say it herself.

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